Some people just can’t resist taking others down a peg, convinced their words or actions won’t come back to haunt them. But every so often, karma steps in with a twist they never saw coming.
In these three unforgettable stories, the tables turn on those who thought they could mock, bully or belittle without consequence.
From high school means facing poetic justice to workplace tormentors learning a harsh lesson, to family drama, these real-life tales prove that sometimes, what goes around really does come around.
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Rich Man Mocks Poor Heavy Woman on the Plane until He Hears Captain’s Voice Speaking to Her
It was supposed to be an uneventful flight from LAX to Portland. Honestly, all I planned on doing was journaling or doodling in my notebook. But that changed the second I saw the rich man sitting across the aisle from me.
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He was glaring at the woman seated next to him, a larger woman who was clearly just trying to settle in. I could hear him grumbling under his breath as she buckled her seatbelt, and just as her elbow brushed against him, he practically jumped out of his seat.
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“Watch it!” he snapped, his voice loud enough that a few heads turned.
The woman’s face turned pink.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir,” she said quietly.
“Sorry?” he scoffed, his eyes raking over her. “Maybe you should apologize for the thousands of doughnuts you ate to get to that size.”
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A few passengers gasped, and I felt a flash of anger. The woman looked absolutely crushed, her eyes filling with tears.
“Sir, I…” she began.
“When you travel, book two seats next time,” he interrupted, rolling his eyes. “Because you clearly need them.”
The woman turned to face the window, her shoulders shaking. The man smirked, glancing around as if expecting everyone to join him in his mockery. Instead, we all just watched, stunned at his rudeness.
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The flight attendant looked like she wanted to say something but held back, likely trying to stay professional.
Not five minutes later, the drinks cart came around, and the man wasted no time.
“I’ll have a martini, shaken, not stirred,” he said, doing a really bad James Bond impression. “And I don’t know what Moby Dick here will drink…”
The flight attendant’s mouth tightened, but she leaned down to the woman beside him.
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“Ma’am, would you like something to drink?” she asked.
The woman wiped her face and smiled weakly.
“A diet Coke, please,” she said.
“Diet Coke?” the man sneered. “A little late for that, don’t you think?”
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Everyone was silent as the flight attendant served them. The woman beside him didn’t respond to his jabs; she just stared out the window, dabbing at her eyes.
A while later, the attendant returned with trays of food. She set down a tray in front of him, then turned to the woman.
“I’ll be right back with yours, Miss Jones. The captain has requested you up in the cockpit when you’re ready.”
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I watched the man’s face twist in surprise.
“Miss Jones?” he muttered to himself as the woman smiled shyly, her cheeks still flushed. She stood to follow the attendant, and the man had no choice but to get up and let her pass.
He looked so put out that it was almost laughable.
Moments later, the captain’s voice came over the speakers.
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“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest on board! If you’re fans of I Love Opera, you may recognize her voice!”
We all turned as an incredible, clear voice echoed through the cabin, singing a few notes from a famous aria. People started applauding, craning their necks to get a glimpse.
“That’s right!” the captain said. “Miss Jones is with us here today!”
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The man sank into his seat, his face going white as the applause grew louder. Just then, the flight attendant returned and fixed him with a stern glare.
“Listen up,” she said. “If you upset Miss Jones again, I’ll be moving you to economy.”
He opened his mouth, likely to complain, but shut it at her raised brow.
“I’m… I’m sorry,” he muttered.
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“It’s not me you need to apologize to,” she replied coldly.
A few minutes later, Allison returned, graciously signing autographs and chatting with her fans. The man stood as she approached, trying to charm her with an insincere smile.
“Listen,” he began. “I’m sorry if I came off a little rude. I didn’t know who you were.”
Allison met his gaze, her eyes bright.
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“It shouldn’t matter who I am. You shouldn’t treat people that way, ever.”
She shook her head, voice steady.
“You’re not sorry; you wouldn’t even be apologizing if I weren’t famous. I can’t change my weight overnight, but you? You can change your attitude.”
He didn’t say another word for the rest of the flight, leaving me to wonder if he’d ever learned a lesson as hard as the one Allison had just handed him.
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Husband Constantly Mocks Unemployed Wife for Doing Nothing, Finds a Note after Ambulance Takes Her Away
Harry and I had been arguing more often than talking, and every time, he found new ways to remind me of how “little” I was doing with my life.
After he got that promotion at his tech job, his criticism hit harder.
One morning, he burst into the dining room, already irritated.
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“Sara, where’s my new white shirt?” he asked.
“In the wash, honey,” I said, trying to keep the peace for our boys, Cody and Sonny, who were watching. “It’s with the other whites.”
He shot me a glare.
“You knew I needed it for my meeting today, Sara. Are you so out of touch that you can’t even remember one simple thing?”
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“Harry, it’s a shirt,” I said, keeping my voice low. “The presentation is what matters. Nobody will be looking at your shirt.”
He sighed, as though he was speaking to someone stupid.
“It’s not just a shirt, alright?” he said. “This project is the reason I work day and night. While you sit at home all day, doing nothing.”
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I could feel my stomach twist, but before I could respond, he’d already stormed off to get dressed, leaving me feeling like a stranger in my own home. By the time he left, grabbing his briefcase without another word, my heart was pounding in my chest.
That afternoon, I felt the weight of Harry’s words.
The boys had already gone to school, and I sat down, alone in the silence.
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Doing nothing, he’d said.
I thought of the countless meals, the endless nights with Cody and Sonny, and the dreams I’d put on hold to keep this family together.
And all for that? For Harry to behave like this?
My hands started shaking as the anger and hurt rose up inside me, colliding with the loneliness I’d felt for years.